This weather is awesome. Absolutely positively, magically, fantastically awesome.
Following the usual steamy Christmas day, after the rain rolled in, the mercury in Brisbane hasn't even come close to topping 30 degrees. As you can tell, i'm loving it. I hate heat and I hate summer, and this holiday has to be one of the most meteorologically comfortable Christmas breaks I can remember.
The past few days have seen me mainly playing the Nintendo. After about 24 solid hours of gameplay i'm still only half way through Zelda. It's a massive game.
Yesterday we had planned to to go 4-wheel driving up at Double-Island Point with my parents, but because of the forecasted rain (which really didn't eventuate) we decided to call it off.
I really like what they've done with the State Library: lots of open space and seating, and lots of computers. I was impressed that there is seemingly free internet access there too, I went up to a vacant random computer, opened a browser and went straight to this website without any prompts or notices telling me stuff.
In the State Library they also had a "National Treasures" exhibition, showcasing some impressive items from Australia's history. A few that I remember were some original writings of James Cook among others. Why is it that everyone back then had fantastically neat cursive handwriting, and why does mine look like a four year-old's?
Anywho, onto the Gallery of Modern Art: although the building is great, the content inside a pity. I've never been a fan of modern art. I don't get it, nor the purpose of it or why the crap is actually worth money. Some stuff is truly amazing, but when I see a canvas with about eight vertical coloured stripes on it, how is that art? Any six year-old could do it but here it's worth thousands of dollars, and it gets me with me thinking "i could pull something better than this out of my ...".
I personally don't consider a lot of 'modern art' art at all. A lot of it is merely the product of tripped out 'new age' people so high on acid trips that they want to record what their twisted minds hallucinate when they're in that kind of state. I know I'm painting with a thick brush here (pun intended), and a some of the art there I actually liked, but most is garbage that any homeless person could conjure together with some glue and paint.
I hope everyone is enjoying their holidays.